Adultery Mere papa ke boss ko meri mummy ki badi gaand pasand hai.

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CHAPTER 29



Main samajh nahi pa raha ki mom aisa kaise kar sakti hai




Raat ke khane ke baad, shaam us purane dincharaya mein basi, jahan ghar upar se garam aur surakshit
mehsoos hota, lekin andar sab kuchh dheere dheere ubalte hue choolhe par rakhe bartaan jaise. Bartaan
dhul gaye, baaki curry fridge mein band, aur hum teen living room mein baith gaye TV ke peeche dheemi
awaaz mein cricket match ka rerun chal raha. Maa khane ke ant se hi shakki vyavhaar kar rahi thi.


Woh apna phone paas rakhti, chehre ko neeche kar sofa ke haath par, aur har baar message se vibrate
hone par turant uthati, ungliyan jaldi jawab type karti jaise papa ki business trip ki mazedaar kahaniyan
sun rahi ho. Uski muskan ek second der se aati, hasi thodi zor ki, aur mujhse nazar milane se zyada bach
rahi jaise use pata ho main gaur se dekh raha hoon.


Mera bechara papa bilkul bekhabar tha, living room ke kone mein chhoti mez par garam table lamp ki roshni
mein baitha, kaam ke kagazon ke dher ke beech.
Haath mein kalam, reports dekhta aur kinaron par note banata, papa kabhi kabhi baahen khinch kar kehta
"Yeh samay seemaen kabhi khatam nahi hoti, lekin tum dono ke saath ghar wapas achha lag raha."


Woh
sach mein aaram mein aur khush dikhta humare saath, vishwas karta sab vaise hi hai jaise hona chahiye,
mujhse classes ke baare mein poochhta aur maa se kehta kitna uski pakawan ko yaad kiya.


Main sofa par baitha, TV dekhne ka natak kar raha, lekin apni randi maa ki har harkat ka vishleshan kar raha
—jis tarah uski taang thoda uchalti jab phone phir bajta, screen ko papa ki nazar se door karna, kitchen ki
taraf jaldi nazar daalna jaise agla kadam yojana bana rahi ho. Woh lagataar kisi ko message kar rahi thi, aur
mujhe bina naam dekhe pata tha kaun.


Akhir maa sofa se uthi, apna night dress dheere se theek karti. "Mujhe lagta main kitchen ja kar tumhare liye
thanda paani laati hoon. Itni badi khurak ke baad neend achhi aayegi. Kishore, tum khas kar kaam ke
kagazon se jaag rahe, kuchh aaram dene wala chahiye."


Papa ne mez se upar dekha aabhari muskan ke saath, chashma naak par upar karte. "Yeh bahut achha lagta,
jaan. Tum hamesha chhoti cheezon ka khayal rakhti ho. Shayad mere liye thoda adrak daal do?"


"Bilkul, tumhare liye kuchh bhi," usne meethi se jawab diya, lekin awaaz mein woh dhaar phir thi. Usne meri
taraf mud kar. "Beta, tumhe chai ya dahi chahiye, ya kuchh aur?"
Maine sir hilaaya. "Paani theek hai, Maa."


Woh dheere se maafi maangi, kitchen ki taraf chali apna phone haath mein. "Main kuchh minute mein wapas.
Tum dono baat karte raho—mujhe yatra ki baatein sunna pasand hai."


Main chhup kar turant uska peecha kiya, sofa se bina awaaz ke utar kar galiyare se rengta hua, furniture ki
parchhaiyon mein chhup kar. Main kitchen ke dwaar paas bade podhe ke peeche position li, sab dekhne jitna
paas lekin nazar se chhupa.


Isi samay, papa mez par kaam jaari, kalam ki kharash shaant ko bharti; TV commentator cricket replay mein
six ki tareef karta; padosi ki car bahar shuru hui; aur kitchen mein fridge sthir gunguna raha jaise maa andar
gayi.


Kram se, maa pehle kitchen darwaze par ruki, ek pal sunti taaki pakka ho hum nahi aa rahe, phir counter ki
taraf chali. Usne peeche living room ki taraf phir dekha, sharir tang.


Santusht, usne dheere ungliyan bra mein daali, chhoti polythene bag nikaali safed powder wali. Usne thoda
utha kar matra check ki, girah kholi aur counter par taiyaar saadhe paani ke glass mein daal di.

Powder dheere dhaar se giri, aur usne chamach utha kar pehle dheere, phir zor se hilaya, dekhti jaise poora
ghol gaya saaf lekin thoda dhundhla paani mein.





Isi samay, choolhe par ketli dheemi seeti se garam hone lagi; papa living room se aaram se pukare, "Samay
lo, jaan—koi jaldi nahi"; uska phone counter par phir baja, ek message se chamka jo usne jaldi check kiya;
aur main better dekhne ke liye thoda hila, bina awaaz ke savdhaan.


Woh poore samay savdhaan rahi, har kuchh second peeche dekhti, sir tez mudta ghar ki chhoti awaaz par,
zaroorat pade glass chhupane taiyaar. Yeh isliye ki powder Davendra ke saath khatarnak gupt yojana ka hissa
thi—shayad papa ko behosh karne ya bura—aur pakde jaana uski dohri zindagi barbaad kar deta. Savdhaani
dikhaati ki woh kitni gehri dubi thi, dar se bhari lekin samarpit, uski purani maa wali savdhaani ab dhokhe ki
raksha ke liye mud gayi.


Phir usne poora doosra packet daala, pocket se doosri chhoti bag nikaal kar aur zyada, udar matra jo paani ko
mota bana di. Usne zor se hilaya jab tak sab poora ghol na gaya. Maa ka phone baja, usne uthaya aur mujhe
pata tha Davendra anudesh de raha.





Woh phone se baat karti rahi, upar utha kar dheemi awaaz mein Davendra se call, kadam dar kadam anudesh
leti Davendra se. "Pehla packet daal kar hilaya. Ab doosra, jaise tumne kaha. Haan, bahut—sab andar ja raha.
Paani kaafi saaf lag raha; woh notice nahi karega. Kitne der mein asar? Theek, jaldi—achha hai. Woh kaam
mein vyast, perfect samay."


Isi samay, ketli se bhaap uthne lagi; papa TV par kuchh par hasa living room se; chamach akhiri baar glass par
halke chhankaya; aur maa ki pratibimb kitchen khidki mein kendrit, nirnayatmik chehra.


Isne uske charitra ke baare mein kya arth diya—dil todne wala aur bhayanak—woh samarpit patni aur maa se
thandi, sajishkari saathi ban gayi thi, pyar karne wale aadmi ko dawai dene layak, sab uske lover ke mud gaye
khelon ke liye. Woh aurat jo sach mein sir dard ke liye herbal chai banati thi ab apni kushalta ko dhokhe ke
liye istemal kar rahi.


Main tab kitchen mein gaya, dheere se ubaasi le kar reaction dekhne aur galti hone dekhne. "Maa, chai mein
madad chahiye? Woh glass kis liye?"
Woh zor se uchhli, haath chamach counter par halke thok diya, aur jaldi sharir se glass ko nazar se chhupaya.
Chehra ek second dar se chamka phir nirdosh badi muskan chadha di.


"Beta, tumne dara diya! Nahi, madad nahi chahiye—main lagbhag khatam. Yeh glass? Sirf garam paani dad ke
liye sehat ke upkaran ke saath. Unhone yatra ke khane se thoda bechain hone ki baat ki, to maine pet theek
karne wala daala."


"Lekin maine powder dekha. Bahut saara. Kaisa hai? Usual se zyada lagta."
Usne haath hilaya nazarandaaz kar, chai daalne ko dhyaan hatane.


"Oh, fikr ki koi baat nahi—sirf electrolyte powder mila halke neend ki dawai ke saath jo doctor ne jet lag ke
liye kaha. Yatra ke baad aaram chahiye. Tum aaj itne sawaal kyun? Zyada jaasoos lag rahe ho."
"Kyunki tum phone par bahut reh rahi, aur ab yeh powder—normal nahi lagta."


Usne has kar taal diya, lekin awaaz mein thodi dhaar.
"Phone? Sirf pados ki purani saheli se baat. Aur powder bilkul surakshit—main kabhi dad ko nuksaan
pahunchane wala nahi dungi. Tum soch rahe ho. Ab living room jaao aur papa ke saath aaram karo. Chai ek
minute mein taiyaar."


"Khushboo ajib thi. Pakka dad ko itna chahiye?"
"Haan, pakka—anudesh mein mazboot khurak behtar asar ke liye. Chinta chhodo, beta. Tum mujhe galat
mehsoos kara rahe jaise main galat kar rahi hoon jab sirf unki dekhbhaal. Jao, main sab laungi jaldi."





Maine kaha, "Theek hai, Maa. Mujhe lagta aaj jaldi so jaunga—sir dard aa raha." Yeh isliye taaki uski buri
yojana bina shak khule, seedhiyon ki taraf chala lekin ruk kar parchhaiyon mein phir chhup gaya.
Isi samay, papa ne khush se pukara, "Paani taiyaar hua?"; maa ne meethi awaaz se jawab, "Lagbhag,
pyare—akhiri chhuan daal rahi! Thoda upkaran milaa rahi hoon"; ketli boil hokar band hui; aur uska phone
screen akhiri message ke baad andhera.


Baad mein, woh glass papa ko dekhbhaal wali muskan ke saath pesh ki. Isi samay, living room ki roshni
garam mehsoos hui; papa ubaasi le kar baahen khinche; aur main seedhiyon paas chhupi jagah se dekhta
raha, saans roke.


Mujhe nahi pata powder kis liye tha—koi mazboot neend ki dawai, shayad—lekin matra aur rahasya spasht
ki papa ko poora behosh karne ke liye.
"Yeh lo, Kishore," usne dheere se kaha, glass uske haath paas mez par rakhti. "Yeh paani pehle piyo—iski
vishesh upkaran neend aur aaram ke liye. Yatra aur kaam se thake lag rahe ho."




Papa ne likhna rukaya aur upar dekha aabhari muskan ke saath. "Tum hamesha sochti ho, jaan. Tumhare
bina kya karta? Yeh page khatam karke piyunga."
"Nahi, abhi piyo tazaa hai," usne dheere se dabaya, paas khadi dekh rahi. "Focus behtar karega. Piyo, sab."
Woh dheere hasa. "Theek hai, rani. Tum jeeti." Usne glass uthaya aur ghunt liya. "Swaad thoda ajib—
kadwa shayad—lekin shayad jaadi bootiyan."


"Haan, woh asar karne wala hissa," usne suljhe se jawab diya. "Sab khatam karo—aise behtar kaam karta."
Papa ne poora vishwas kiya aur paani kai bade ghunton mein pi gaya, khaali glass wapas rakha santusht
saans ke saath. "Yeh hua. Achha mehsoos ho raha. Chai ki khushboo avishwasniya."


Maa wahan khadi rahi, muskan sthir aur achhi, lekin ankhen buri—tez aur shikaari, utsukta se chamakti
jaise use avarodh hatte dekh rahi.
Isi samay, TV par cricket match tez over pahuncha cheer ke saath; papa ne phir kalam uthayi thodi der;
aur halki hawa parde hilayi.


Powder ka asar kitna tez tha—hairaan karne wala aur darawana.
Sirf kuchh minute mein papa ki palken bhari ho gayi, kalam page par dheemi, sir ek do baar aage jhuka.
Phir achanak sir zor se mez par gira, maatha lakdi par zor se laga kuchh kagaz bikher gaye, sharir kursi
mein poora dheela, saans dheemi kharrate mein badli.


Maa wahan zyada chaudi muskan ke saath khadi rahi, thandi vijayi mudan jo mujhe haddi tak thandi
kar gayi, phir usne behosh roop par jhuk kar us par thook diya—jaan bujhkar nafrat bhara thook jo uske
baalon par gira aur gaal se neeche beh gaya.





Mujhe kitna gussa aaya—andar gussa phoot pada jaise pehle kabhi nahi. Uska thookna poori nafrat tha,
papa ko nikammi aur manushya se neeche bana diya uski nazron mein, woh aurat jisne kabhi izzat ka
vada kiya thi se akhiri apmaan.


Woh turant phone uthaaya aur Davendra ko call kiya, awaaz utsaahit aur vijayi. "Ho gaya, usne har
boond pi li aur mez par gir pada. Powder tumhare kehne se bhi tez kaam kiya. Jaldi aao; ghar ab
hamara hai. Haan, maine us par thook bhi diya—kharrate lete vahaan mazedaar lag raha. Jaldi, mujhe
tumhara land mujhme chahiye."


Davendra ghar mein chupke se das minute baad aaya, spare chaabi se jo maa ne dinon pehle di thi—
yeh jaankari mere gusse ko nayi unchai par pahuncha di, jaante hue usne ichcha se hamare ghar,
hamari niji jagah ki pahunch is aadmi ko saunp di jo sab barbaad kar raha tha.


Isi samay, papa ki kharrate living room se sthir; ghar ki ghadi das bajayi; bahar jhinguron ki awaaz tez
raat mein; aur maa thoda chal rahi intezaar mein.
Woh living room mein uske paas aaya, behosh sharir par khada santusht ghamandi muskan ke saath,
neeche dekhta jaise jeeti zameen. "Achha kaam, meri chatur kutiya. Woh bilkul behosh—jaise yojana
thi. Tumne khurak bilkul sahi di."


Maa usse paas chipki, rahat aur josh awaaz mein. "Aasaan tha—usne mujh par poora vishwas kiya. Ab
poori raat bina rukawat ke."


Ve papa ke bagal mein hi kiss karne lage, josh bhare aur bold, haath ek doosre par aazadi se ghoomte
jaise uski mojoodgi ka kuchh arth nahi.


Isi samay, papa ne dawai wali neend mein thoda hila; door car horn baja; aur meri chhupi jagah gusse
ki jail jaise.
Mujhe pata chal gaya powder kis liye tha—mazboot behoshi ki dawai papa ko behaal karne, unki rukawat
rahit raat ke liye raasta saaf.


Ve josh se kiss kar rahe the, honth bhukhe bekabu se jud gaye, jeebhen paagalpan se nritya, dheere
karah aur bhari saansein hawa bhar rahi jaise behosh aadmi ko poori nazarandaaz.




Mera land zor se jhad gaya dar ke bawajood, kachcha niyantran aur dhokha anchahe josh jaga raha.
Maa ne usse apni panty dikhayi night dress dheere dheere chedte hue upar kar, andar chamakdar laal
lace dikhaayi. "Dekho aaj raat tumhare liye kya pehna—laal panty. Tum jaante ho laal Kishore ka bilkul
pasandeeda rang hai mujh par. Woh hamesha utsaahit ho jata jab main laal se sarprise deti hoon."


Davendra ne dheemi gurrahat se sweekar kiya, ankhen andheri. "Uske pasandeeda pehne hue main
tumhe leta—avishwasniya chhuan. Dhokha aur meetha banata hai, jaante hue uska sabse pasand ab
sirf mera." Ve phir paagalpan se kiss karne lage, dono jeebhen ek doosre se ulajh rahi.




Maa ne uska haath mazbooti se pakda, master bedroom ki taraf le jaati jahan papa ke saath har raat
soti thi. "Hamare bistar par aao ab. Mujhe wahan chahiye tum, sach mein tumhara banaate hue jab
woh bahar sota hai."


Davendra dark hasi ke saath peecha kiya. "Haan, bistar mein chodo jise woh pavitra maanta hai. Tum
perfect buri kutiya ho—use dawai di, us par thooka, aur ab uski jagah mujhe bula rahi. Woh toot
jayega agar jaane."


Usne bedroom darwaze par gehra chuma. "Mujhe pasand tum usse sab cheen lo. Yeh mujhe sabse
zyada uttejit karta."
Usne apna satin night dress ek suljhe harkat mein utar diya, kandhon se sarak kar pairon par gir gaya,
sirf laal bra aur milti panty mein khadi rahi, lace curves par chipki, sharir vishwas se dikhaaya.






Maa kitni bhukhi dikhti—ankhen kachche ichcha se jal rahi, honth kiss se sooje, saans tez aur halki,
nipples bra kapde par sakht, jaise uske liye bhukhi mar rahi din bhar ke badhaav ke baad.
Davendra ne bhi apne kapde jaldi poore utar diye, sirf shorts mein, toned sharir bedroom roshni mein
poora dikha. Isi samay, bedside ghadi 10:15 chamki; papa ki halki kharrate abhi aayi; kamra maa ke
itar aur utsukta se bhara; aur chadarein pehle se theek thi.


Usne papa ka dhoola vest bedroom kursi par latka dekha—woh jo papa ghar mein har shaam pehenta.
"Woh dhoola vest—Kishore ka pasandeeda aaram wala, hai na? Jo woh aaram se pehenta? Abhi laao
mujhe."


Maa paas gayi aur use saunp diya bina jhijhak. "Haan, uska hi hai. Kyun vishesh usi ko chahiye?"
Usne dheere pehna, kapda uske chaude seene par khinch gaya.

"Main Kishore ka vest pehan kar tumhe chodunga aaj raat. Uske kapde mehsoos karunga apni twacha
par jaise uski patni leta hoon.

Yeh sabse gehra apmaan—uske bistar ka istemal, uska pasandeeda under kapdon ka rang tum par,
aur ab roz ka vest hamare paseene aur veerya se bhiga. Woh yeh pehenta ghar ke aaram soch kar,
lekin aaj raat yeh mera sab cheenne ka gawaah banega."


Main andar tak hairaan—krurta atulya tha, papa ki nirdosh niji cheez ko poori jeet aur apmaan ka pratik
bana diya.
Usne maa ko turant phir chumna shuru kiya, vest mein paas kheench kar, chumban gehra aur maalikana.
Usne maa ki badi gaand dono haathon se dabayi, pehle mazbooti se pakad, phir mulayam maans ko
dheere poori malish, ungliyan gehre dubi.


Baad mein usne peeche se panty upar kheenchi jaan bujhkar, laal lace ko upar aur sakht.




Maa ki laal panty gaand ke beech gehre gayi, kapda gumda aur kas kar wedged jaise banavati thong,
har curve ko dikhaati.
Usne upar kheencha jo uski gaand ke ched par tez ragadta, lace sensitive, abhi komal halke par direct
ragad.
Maa panty ki ragad se gaand par karahi, awaaz hairaani bhare sukh se uthi.





"Yeh kheench seedha gaand ke ched par ragad rahi. Sore jagah par teevra mehsoos hota. Jaari rakho."
Davendra ne phir kheencha, kapde ko twist kar aur ragad ke liye. "Batao theek se teri sikhai gaand mere
kheench se kaisi mehsoos hoti. Kya yaad dilati ki ched ka maalik kaun?"


"Yeh jhanjhanaata aur thoda jalta, lekin achhe tareeke se. Ragad ise jagaa rahi. Aur zor se kheench kripya,"
maa karahi, peeth mud kar uske haath par dabayi